Resta così come sei

Never change. Retain the innocence, insecurity, shyness and confidence in dreams. They are the best parts of you.
Do not stop chasing happiness, even when everything will seem unnecessary, even when will be months, years that you do not find it anywhere.
Believe in love, even if they will let you down, stepped on, used, betrayed. Love the rain, the clouds and the sun in the same way and do not stop to be moved.
Embarrassed, blushing, still belting out your favorite tunes, continues to emphasize the most important sentences in your books.
I like to think that when I will reunite, now white hair will have replaced all the color, you'll still so: sweet, real, sensitive, immersed in everything you do and say.
I like to think that the world will not ruin you, that pain will not ruin you. I like to think of you a bit wiser, but always reckless.
Never change, even when they will say that it is absurd to be like you, you will find you sick, they shall devour you. Do not listen to them. Make a difference, stay as you are.

Baby, I'm a gangsta too.

London, 1962.
23:45. The black cab in front of a house.
Wind, lightning and thunder that confuse the loud screams of a girl. A quarrel.
Broken bottles and slammed doors. A gunshot, muffled by the noise of thunder crashed nearby, then silence.
She had warned him several times: do not mess with fire.
Suddenly the door opened and she appeared, elegantly wrapped in her gangster coat and a black hat to hide his face.
She climbed into the taxi that was waiting for her. Stiletto heels and long legs caressed by lace tights.
Three icy words: -To the airport-.
The driver followed the order and the car moved on that horror movies night. A look to the back seat in the rearview mirror. Unable to meet her gaze. Her face was half covered and lowered her head, as if to hide her identity.
Impassive. Cold. Composed. Detached.
The car was going towards the airport, was a few miles now, but he was not given for won, continued to scan the mirror in search of her face, he was attracted to the mysterious figure. Suddenly, a shot. Swift and decisive. The right hand took the bag, until that moment on the seat next to her, and carried it on his knees, as to want to protect it from something.
The hand was pale, almost cadaverous, and her nails were lacquered red. Red as blood.
London-Heathrow. End of the line. Without asking the bill reached out to the taxi driver handing £50 and got out of the taxi, this time accelerating the pace.
He watched her disappear inside the airport, mingling among the mass.
Who was that woman? What was hiding? Who was hiding? What happened in that apartment?
  These are the questions that tormented him all night.
A new customer and a new race, this time directed at Brick Lane. He never imagined that in its place, until a few minutes before, was sitting a killer.

Girls be quiet,your princess is not crazy, and she's not even so bad (I would not even harm a fly, I swear!), but these shots, always made by the excellent Fabio Salmoirago, have something dark. When Fabio showed me the first picture, he said that it seemed the beginning of a thriller movie (can not blame him), so I let myself be inspired venturing into writing a yellow article ;)
P.S. the outfit is similar to what you saw in the first pictures in collaboration with Fabio (here), just change the details!

Make a wish

Who said that to make a wish you're forced to wait for the right moment? Why only when the candles are extinguished or when you see a falling star? Or watching the sky in search of the North Star, or when you see the trail of an airplane or you find a four leaf clover. Why always having to wait for the moment?

And if I want to express now? Yes, now, at this moment. Who tells me that I can not do this or that will not come true?

We should make a wish every time we feel the need, always, no candles to blow out or magical nights spent with the upturned nose, then we should have a Professional like Fabio (www.salmoirago.it) able to capture it in its essence in its natural beauty. Perhaps in a dance of snowflakes...

So...

Make a wish!

A special thanks to Fabio Salmoirago for scoring these wonderful shots, I'm completely in love!

MFW - DOLCE&GABBANA S/S15

The spring/summer 2015 signed Dolce & Gabbana inspired by the Spanish domination in Sicily from 1516 to 1713.
Fashion designers Stefano and Domenico lead us in Spain, more precisely in the Seville of Matador, bullfights and flamenco.
The collection from the mood decidedly Hispanic, has its roots in ethnic folk culture Spanish twist in sexy mood.
Sensuality and sacredness. Sacred and profane intertwine and open up in a marked symbolism.  Toreador boleros, ponchos, seductive items and details that dominate the red and black, lace and jewel applications.
Skirts with flounces and ruffles, long dresses in lace or fabric printed, mini dress and 3/4 dresses with line shape and full skirt, reminiscent of flamenco dancers.
The floral prints and polka dots make us enter into the true mood of a caliente and Baroque Spain.
A glass of sangria to warm the hearts and dance a sensual flamenco to the rhythm of castanets. Olè!

Black doll

Hello princesses! I'm back dressed in black! 

"Again? But then this is just a widow!" (you're thinking, right?) 

Come on, I will always be a merry widow, but this time is my ideal outfit. Dress with lace sleeves, a little doll, and the new girls get in my collection. 

To give a touch of light and do not give the impression of going to the funeral of my ex-husband (which of many? Perhaps the tenth! :P), I paired the golden clucth Jalouze. 

What do you think?

Light blue

Sweet, elegant, sensual, classy.. Woman.
Woman: marvelous creature, flower from the fragile soul, and such as should be treated.
Every woman deserves a man who says "I want you because without you is not enough anymore". Someone who looks at her if he had never seen anything more beautiful in the world. Someone that love her like no one has ever done before. Someone who has eyes only for her, and finally, someone who can make her shine like a star.
Too many claims? Maybe, but fortunately the jewelry Asterisco-S make me shine. How the earrings Bouquet that are on sale in my online boutique PashionVictim.
Small and malicious flowers illuminated by drops of Swarovski reveal nature in all its simplicity and express the desire to celebrate women in all its beauty and delicacy.

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I'm more than you know

"I did not think you was so nice! "

" I did not think you had a heart of gold so"

How many times have I heard these words...too many, really. And how many times I'll hear!

Looks can be deceiving, so they say and I say.

I am of the idea that a person must know the way down.

Only then you will be able to grasp the many facets.

I've always been seen as the classic "pussy" but then all they had to change his mind, replacing the label "pussy" with "nice pussy" ;)

Not to mention the times that I took bitch because of the "strong" character.

I'm not a person who sends them to say, I'm very honest and sincere and pretend sincerity.

 Lately to be honest, true is equivalent to being bitch.

For me there are no half-measures and half people. Or it's white or black.

I'm always strong and secure, trying each time to get the situation under control, in fact they also tell me that I convey security and stability (this is positive!).

But ... there is a but , there is always a but. People run away .

Why ?

Fear? Inadequacy? Inability to confront?

Someone like me will always remain indomitable, in continuous conflict with itself.

Someone like me do not promise anything, at most can say" I'm giving you my best , but I also take it back". Someone like me is likely to leave you howling in your face while the eyes ask you to stay. Someone like me has simply chosen. She has chosen not to wait for Charming Prince, but to be the warrior who fights and wins, who falls and rises again, crying at night and smiles during the day.

Someone like me send security. But basically this is what she asks. Because for someone like me it is not easy to entrust their live in the hands of someone regardless of the past and experiences . Why someone like me,  was born in this way.

I am so, give or take.

Answer: Leave. Too much effort.

Yeah, maybe it's really effort have to deal with someone like me.

Lace mania

Charming and sensual, lace is the material most feminine in the world.
Suitable for anyone who loves to play with a retro look or even dark-lady, lends itself to any transgression: from the more frivolous to the more sensual. Everyone, then, may want to read it as: meditteranean and passionate, if left alone on the skin to create the effect of see-through; sophisticated and impalpable, when used as minimal detail and glamor; austere and noir, if superimposed to hide, rather than unravel.
What do you think of how I decided to combine these M Milano pants? Promoted?